This past Thursday morning, I got the call that I had been dreading for 3 long years…
It’s time to come home. Bring the kids. It’s time to say good-bye.
I have been racking my brain with exactly how you say goodbye to a parent. What words do you use? How do walk away know that it is the last time you will see that person alive?
My heart has taken on a new level of grief. It feels like I am on a raft in the ocean and the waves are just taking me bit by bit further away.
Tears fall when I am least expecting them. I am trying to hold on to my faith but I am not going to lie, it’s hard.
There just aren’t any words that express what I am feeling.
No words when my kids ask me why we have to say goodbye.
No words when Lu says she wants to go to heaven with Jesus, GG and Grandma.
No words when Eph asks why the cancer bugs just can’t be killed.
No words when my friends ask me what they can do to help.
No words when I try to explain how I feel.
There just aren’t any words for losing your Mom.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. (Ps 34:18)